Where To Find The Beef

******Where's The Beef******

That's the question on the minds of me and my coworkers this day. Apparently, a whole roast beef has come up missing. The boss lady is mad as hell and someone is going to pay... Anyway, this new drama has brought to mind... Where is the beef? Mine, is right down the road. But, what about people who are not surrounded by cattle farmers?

Kroger's, would be my guess, but what about people who can't get to a grocery store? Can you buy beef online? So, I did some research and yes, you can.. that's pretty cool, I guess.. But what quality of beef are you getting? 

I found a site that sales grass fed beef and apparently, grass fed beef is the best kind of beef... so now, I wonder what other kind of beef there is?...really, what do cows eat if not grass?? lol

Looking into this further, I found that some farmers feed their cows corn and grain (not their natural food source.)  
There is a big controversy between grass fed beef and grain fed beef...here are two sites that explain it better

One........Two ....yuk... Makes me feel lucky cuz, I can see my beef eating grass..

Sure would make a funny video to have someone ask their butcher " Excuse me but, what did this cut of beef eat...lol

Their is an easy way to tell though..

 If the fat is transparently white (like the one on the left) it's grain fed and if the fat has a yellow tinge to it (like the one on the right) its grass fed.... the yellow tinge is the beta carotene.
      ****Yummy****

Rednecks and Water

Okay, let us first establish that, Yes, I am still alive.

I have not forgotten my blog, I have just been    exceedingly    busy....

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School went pretty good for this first semester, I even got some A's woohoo. I have decided to take the summer off, to get my house clean again, play in the dirt and camp and fish as much as I can. To accomplish that,we got us a little place on the lake, it's a trailer, that we're gonna purdy up real nice,hubs is calling it
our lake house..(pause)...trailer. lol

We finally got everything finalized, and met the new neighbors, they seem nice and seem to like us so far, that will probably only last about five minutes...after...... they meet my uncle. (this may also work for my daughters boyfriend :)

                             

We spent our first weekend there over Memorial day and had a blast. My mama loves it there and we have named our retreat 'The Doll House' (that's my Mama's name) soooo cute hu. Anyway, we even got my dad to go and he had a good time too, that was nice to see.

We rented two pontoons and the best thing I can say about them is that they ran (for awhile)

We raced and lost...... Got beat by the kids ...fare and square.. damn it...

Everyone loved cruising on the pontoons, and we want one of our own (as soon as I can pull the money out of my ass)

I don't however, want one like the ones we rented, they were soo fun and we had a great time, till one of them broke down.
Luckily though, we had a mechanic on board and he fixed it right there on the water. Then, we headed to shore, and that's when the other one ran outa gas! Can you believe it. Well, my daughter and hubs were stranded for an hour, so when I got back to the rental place I proceeded to 'politely' tell the dude "to go git them now!.... or receive my foot up his ass!", I also mentioned that, my sister fell through the bench cuz, it was rotted out and that I cut my leg all up on a piece of plywood. He didn't have a whole lot to say, as he ran and got his brother, who was better at dealing with a really pissed off woman. Not only did he rescue my baby, he gave me back all of our money. WOO HOO. So, we ended up cruising the water for about seven hours for... FREE....I believe I've mentioned before how great I think 'Free' is...

I will now load you up with pics of our weekend....

even had time for cat naps....

Hey... Rednecks and water DO mix

One Mans Trash

Finally got the ol' man a chair... the best chair you could ask for and my favorite kind...FREE...yep, it was jus sitting along the road with a bunch of other trash begging me to take it home so, I made my sister stop and git it. Luckily, she drove the truck and only bitched constantly somewhat over the embarrassment of diggin' through the trash, not to mention the 'FREE' sign on the chair, that she very quickly (a few miles) made us stop and remove. I listened to all the "oh my gods" and "I can't believes and I'm never taking you with me again" with a big ol' smile on my face cuz, I got me a new chair for the hubs:) We headed home with junk in our trunk and I didn't even stop smiling when the damn thing flew out while driving down the highway, my sister came to a screeching halt, and her embarrassment mounted. I laughed my ass off, while we put our road kill back into the truck, to the audience of hundreds of onlookers zooming by.
Got my big bad boy home to my big bad boy who was very grateful, he went to the hardware and got a bolt and fixed it up for .69 cents ..... I sooo rock. He laughed at my sister too but, with an I'm glad it was you and not me giddiness. He wouldn't have even stopped.
The problem I'm having now is he won't get his ass out of it.... maybe she shouldn't have stopped:(
Oh well now my living room is pretty much done.

I'm all smart nstuff

 What's new you ask? Well I'm a collage girl now, started  in february and I just love it. I'm going to the Academy of art university, doing it online so I can go to class naked in my pj's.
Since then I realized that there are a lot of people out there way dumber then me, this makes me soo happy. It's like when your having a bad day and you just feel so fat and yucky but then this nasty woman (with tight pink pants on that make her ass look like the junk in her trunk caught fire and melted down to her knees along with the rest of her, that you get to also see due to the tight orange belly shirt) cuts you in line at walmart, and as you stare at her with disgust knowing you'd never be caught in public looking like that, you smile and don't feel so fat anymore... okay sorry that took a hole lot longer to explain then I intended. Shoulda jis said no matter how bad you think you got it someone always has it worse. Anyway I really like collage...
I have more good news or rather GREAT news. After thirteen years, we have paid off our house!!!! It is all ours now and it feels wonderful. I'd like to get a big sign that says HOMEOWNER and pin it on me, but that might be too much, so I'll settle for telling everyone I come in contact with and spreading it all over the internet:)
I leave ya now, cuz I'm tired of writin, but someone left a comment and wanted me to take a survey as to why I blog, so I jis thought I'd tell ya...
I blog cuz ain't no one here to listen to my shit. (see how much my grammar has inproved since I started collage:) Yep, I'm all smart nstuff now.

Pussy In Da Pooper

The new year started out with a bang. Yep, "bang" went the water pump when it took a shit on new years eve. We were outta water for six days, had to take showers at my Moms and get drinking water from the neighbors. Also had to get buckets of water to flush the toilet, if you think that sounds gross, try being the one doing it~ reminded me of my childhood. lol~ Not joking
Anyway, had to have the pump rebuilt and got a new tank because a leak was created not from the hubs screaming, cussing and beating the hell out of the old one, no the leak, as the hubs says "just appeared" In the meantime our eight year old, trying to be helpful, nailed a sign to the bathroom door that said
                           "don't flush the toilet and try not to poop"

Shoulda had one of those signs awhile back when we had to get the septic tank pumped.One of my favorite redneck stories called
 "I think my shitter needs pumped" still makes me laugh.
Anyway, we finally got the pump fixed but then the toilet took a crap, lol, and we had to replace the insides of it too.
So, me and the girls went in the other bathroom to clean it out since it has become kind of a storage room since we ran outta money to fix it up. Well, what we found was a wild "kitty" living in there~ Oh yeah. It's been getting in from a hole in the floor, that's there cus we were working on the floor when we ran outta money. Anyway, there must be an opening to the crawl space that we can't seem to find. The girls are very excited and have been feeding it and trying to catch it, so I'm kinda stuck with pussy cat in the pooper. lol
pussy-in-da-poop-er da-da-da-da-da-da
ha-ha-he-he I made a did-dee
okay I quit

"Bullshit"

What to do on a cold winter night? Now get yer minds outta the gutter, there are children here. So, let me rephrase that.
What to do on a cold winter night with kids.
We have been having so much fun with this game called "bullshit" I know it doesn't sound like an appropriate game to play with the youngins, but to ease yer mind, we make them say "bs" instead of bullshit. You just gotta play this game.
First, you get as many players as you want, in my case we have five, then you deal the entire deck of cards (minis the jokers). The object is to get rid of all your cards, but you have to do it in order. So, say I'm first, I have to look in my hand and find all the aces, if I have two of them I lay them down and say "two aces". The next person has to find and lay down two's then the next person lays down three's and so on. You lay down however many of what you need and say how many of what you laid down.
Now, the tricker or the fun part is, if you don't actually have any queens and it's your turn and yer stuck with laying down queens, you can lie and lay down a two, a five and a king or whatever you want, but, lie and say three queens. The next person has the option to believe you or not, and if not then, they say "bullshit" you then have to show them the cards you layed down and if they were right, then you have to pick up all the cards, if you actually put down what you were supposed to and they call "bullshit" then they have to pick up all the cards.
 It's fun~ exspecially when yer playin' with a fifteen year old who has no problems at all lying and a twelve year old who talks quieter and puts her head down, so you know ever time she tries to lie. Not to mention my eight year old who giggles and laughs every time she tries to bullshit anyone, and when no calls "bullshit" on her, she has to sit on her hands just to keep from jumping out of her seat with ha ha he he I lied excitement.  Very funny
Ya, I know, I have no life.